The Distant Metropolis

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Waking was not a return but a descent, a slow sliding into a gray, steam-choked reality that felt less like the world he had left and more like a fever dream that refused to break. The air in the small, cluttered office tasted of coal smoke and damp wool, a thick, industrial miasma that settled in the lungs and lingered there like a bad memory. Elias Vane sat at his desk, his hands trembling...

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